Zombies are roaming the country side, prowling the sewers, and completely overrunning sections of London. Society, however, continues on with all the decorum and civility of the well bred who have not lost their sense of pride with cliques and gangs.
Wait, what? Gangs?!
You mean, as in, street urchins and thugs taking advantage of the chaos to scrape out what living they can, right?
Nope. I mean, gangs. In fact, they even have a rumble. But to call it a rumble would be to elevate the dance off in West Side Story to out right war.
Before that, however, let’s go back to the beginning. Mr. Bennet, Elizabeth, and Kitty–all posing as the Shevingtons–are on a carriage ride through the park with the specific goal of being seen. Think of it like cursing the boulevard real slow with the top rolled down, but without the thumping bass. It is a veritable parade of who’s who and who wants to be when the pageantry is disrupted by the appearance of an unmentionable.
This dreadful intrusion, however ill conceived and potentially dangerous, is nothing more than the prank of a local gang distinguished by their dress. “Their coats were long and black, their hats tall and glossy, their cravats extravagantly fluffed, their trousers so tight as to invite detailed study of the male anatomy. The uniform of the dandy.” One of the members, if not the leader, is Kitty’s mark, one rabbit toting Bunny MacFarquahar.
Well, if you are going to have a group of young men that band together over a fashion choice then you most certainly must have another group of young men of opposing fashion views. Enter the fops, so noted for their being “adorned with so much frillery–large, lacy cuffs and powdered wigs and morning coats of pink and purple satin.”
These two fashion conscious society gangs even come skilled in their very own unique fighting styles to reflect their refined tastes. I shall not even dignify the description of either. Suffice to say after a battle akin to the Three Stooges with the added deceptively skilled buffoonery of Kitty it comes to a nauseating end.
Was this really necessary? And how funny was it to you?
*Photo: Georgie’s Rabbits. by picto:graphic, obtained through Flickr.